i wish i could say that i am a light that never goes out
Is that why you left the tent open..? Remi wonders of the way the colourful door portion of their tent has been meticulously knotted to let in air. Or at least, Remi had thought it had been to let in the air; perhaps it was actually so that passersby could see for themselves why bothering the two demigods just now would be a bad idea.
That their divine flexibility and strength makes all of this laughably easy, at no point does the alchemist take it for granted. His breath still shivers out past his lips as Ronin adjusts one of his legs, and his expression is one of divine apprehension and want as he gazes adoringly up at the man above him. Tensing his fingers against Ronin's skin and closing his eyes in an expression that would appear pained but was anything but, Remi's breath hitches anew as he's filled.
The jungle air makes his fingertips cold as they clinch and press their encouragements against Ronin's back and thighs. Had there been a ceiling above them, Remi would have hooked his talons into it for support. Alas, his husband would have to do, forcing the pair to rock deliciously back and forth against one another. "—nnnn" The alchemist moans, his lips shaping a word that his tongue had no plan of helping to articulate.
You are everything. He manages as the toes of the leg draped over Ronin's shoulder flex greedily towards the top of the tent.
That their divine flexibility and strength makes all of this laughably easy, at no point does the alchemist take it for granted. His breath still shivers out past his lips as Ronin adjusts one of his legs, and his expression is one of divine apprehension and want as he gazes adoringly up at the man above him. Tensing his fingers against Ronin's skin and closing his eyes in an expression that would appear pained but was anything but, Remi's breath hitches anew as he's filled.
The jungle air makes his fingertips cold as they clinch and press their encouragements against Ronin's back and thighs. Had there been a ceiling above them, Remi would have hooked his talons into it for support. Alas, his husband would have to do, forcing the pair to rock deliciously back and forth against one another. "—nnnn" The alchemist moans, his lips shaping a word that his tongue had no plan of helping to articulate.
You are everything. He manages as the toes of the leg draped over Ronin's shoulder flex greedily towards the top of the tent.
but I f l i c k e r
from time to time
REMI
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
